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Predestination is always so dreadfully boring.

I quite agree! What a boring idea, that everything that will be is already decided upon.

Leave it to Him to choose that as a means for creation.

Sounds very badly thought out.

[... wait, there was something about that sentence that didn't make sense] - him?

I thought so as well. Very few people seem to agree.

Yes, Him. The Lord of Hosts. The Creator. The God of the Covenant. Yahweh. Whatever you want to call the old bastard.

Can't say I've ever met him. Or heard of him.

And who are you, exactly?

Hm, I don't know about exactly, but I guess approximately I could say - Loki.

[arches an eyebrow] Then it would seem I've finally got to a world significantly different than the one I started in.

The one you started in being the one with an old bastard who runs things based on predestination?

Most of the ones I've been through have had some version or other of him.

Well, I wouldn't rule out the possibility he's present somewhere in my world! I certainly haven't met every god.

Relatively unlikely. The Loki I knew in my own world is currently bound under the earth by the entrails of his son while his wife, somewhat puzzingly, occasionally keeps a snake from dripping poison into his face.

And he's very much aware of the existence of the old fart who created it all.

[beat]

That seems... extravagant.

Don't tell me - it's all part and parcel of that predestination thing.

In the sense that everything is, yes. He's waiting for Ragnarok.

Oh. [He's familiar with Ragnarok. Time for a change of subject, away from the thought of a Loki so doomed by fate]

And yourself? What predestined destination are you dreading?

I've no idea. It's not the end that matters, only the fact that try as I might, I didn't choose the path.

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